“A nice truck driver gave me a ride. If you guys had refused to help me, I don’t know what I would have done.”
“Five suckers form a band…” Adam said.
Owen’s phone beeped, alerting him to the arrival of a text. He pulled his phone from his pocket and smiled to see Caitlyn’s name at the top of his new message.
Call me in three days, the message said, but not before.
There was a short pause before her next message popped on the screen. I need to pretend to be pissed at you for at least that long.
“Yes!” he said aloud.
I’ll try not to call you before then, he texted back, but no promises. I have a huge crush on you, beautiful lady.
I won’t answer, she typed back.
He somehow doubted that. She’d texted him less than thirty minutes after being confronted by a pretty, young groupie claiming to be pregnant with his child. Owen pressed Call and lifted his phone to his ear.
Caitlyn answered on the first ring. “Owen! I said not to call me yet.”
“I thought you weren’t going to answer.”
“I didn’t.” He could hear the smile in her voice and the relief in his.
“Are you free Monday? I seem to have a rare night off.”
“That’s only two days away, and I’m determined to completely reject you for three.”
“Okay, I’ll give you time to consider my offer. I’ll call back in an hour.”
He grinned and hung up. He glanced at Lindsey, who jerked her gaze from him when she realized he was looking at her. And what in the world was he going to do with her while he romanced his new lover? Lindsey wasn’t going to move in with him, if that was her plan. There was no way in hell Caitlyn would understand that arrangement.
He seemed to have one too many women in his life at the moment and if he was forced to choose, he knew who’d be on the first Greyhound bus back to Idaho.
He didn’t care what it cost him. It couldn’t possibly cost him more than his heart.